FALL TO FLY (:
so i just got back from jogging,not very long a jog thanks to the lightning flashes across the whole sky,but it felt good nevertheless.i dont like jogging actually, i dont see much thrill inthe routine, id rather play a ball game or sprint.but when lethergy creeps in, jogging helps i guess.time flies when you least want it to,and creeps when u beg for it not to. i feel like blading, i feel like going skiingi feel like going on a holiday shopping spreei feel like doing anything other than mug. haha. ''the familar scentsomewhat edged in my mind. the familar knowing of what is to comecreeping in and out up there. i dream a dream in a dream,intangible and unreal.yet, an evocation of hope made so evident. in the autumn on the ground,between the traffic and the ordinary sounds,im thinking signs and seasons as the north wind blows through,walking stories, whos and hows and whys. ill be holding back the darkest nights for you.and i find myself wanting to move to your rhythm of love''cos...- Your love is extravagant.
Blogged @ 8:19 PM